Escape

Later that night, Buffy stood in the middle of the graveyard, feeling incredibly foolish as she took systematic glances of her watch. She folded her arms around her middle and tapped her foot impatiently. It seemed like she'd been waiting forever, when it actuality it had only been about 5 minutes since she'd arrived.

Looking upward at the night sky, she let out a groan, the reality of the situation finally sinking in.

'I can't believe I'm actually doing this...'

"Slayer."

"Jesus Christ!" Buffy yelled, whirling around at the voice that had seemingly appeared out of nowhere, right behind her. Placing a hand over her chest where her heart fluttered wildly, she looked at Spike with irritation apparent in every feature. "Bell, neck, look into it."

"Not on your guard, slayer." He clucked his tongue. "What if I'd have been some evil, bloodsucking..." He paused, "Alright, bad example." Scowling, Buffy looked about the graveyard anxiously, anything but thrilled at the prospect of letting Spike teach her, but knowing it had to be done.

"Let's just get this over with."

Merely nodding in response, Spike spun on his heel to walk away, and Buffy started after him in confusion.

"Wait, where are we-"

"My crypt," He answered without hesitation, and Buffy stopped abruptly.

That sure as hell wasn't in the brochure. Alone, with Spike, in his crypt?

'No way in hell'

"No, no, that is not of the good!" She protested, and Spike rolled his eyes, slowly turning to face her. "There is no way I'm gonna lock myself in some nasty little hole in the ground with you. That wasn't part of the plan..."

"Yes, it bloody well was!" He blurted, and she snapped her mouth shut, watching as he furrowed his brows together. "Only, I just failed to mention that part..." Buffy looked on with distaste as he fumbled inside his duster for a cigarette, snapping his lighter open and holding the flame to the tip. He took a long drag in an effort to calm himself, letting the thick smoke fill the lungs that hadn't needed oxygen for a hundred years.

"Yeah, well, it's not gonna happen," She stubbornly insisted, and Spike shrugged, letting out a stream of white smoke.

"Well, I just figured we'd be better off doing these lessons behind closed doors," Shaking out the burning embers on the ground, he peered at her under thick lashes, his voice husky and ominous. "Wouldn't want your local big bad watching from the shadows, listening in on these little sessions so they can learn exactly how to kill you. Would you now?"

'God damn it, why does he always have to be right?'

Loudly, she sighed, once again defeated.

"Alright. Lead the way, yoda." Hesitating only to crush the remnants of the cigarette under his boot, he began to move at a brisk pace, Buffy following a few steps behind and clutching her stake nervously. He wound gracefully between headstones, moving like a panther, silent and predatory, and Buffy did her best to keep up.

They cut across the cemetery and emerged in a deserted tree lined street before slipping past a row of quaint little suburban homes and entering the darkened alley concealed behind them. Buffy soon realized she had no idea where in the hell they were going, and that she was certainly putting a lot of unfounded trust in someone who wasn't exactly known for his honesty. But just as Buffy was about to stop and demand to know exactly where he was taking her, their destination suddenly came into view. Quickly, they jumped the low fence that surrounded the graveyard, Spike waiting at the other side until she'd landed on the ground behind him. Then he continued on toward his crypt, which stood out in the middle of the cemetery amidst a mass of grumbling gravestones, all gray and square and certainly looking anything but homey.

Prying the door open, he held it, waiting for her to enter first. But when she looked at him with raised eyebrows as if to say 'Hell no', he rolled his eyes and went in ahead of her instead.

Once inside, her eyes quickly adjusted to the dim lighting, taking in their surroundings, which she noticed was, not surprisingly, set up much like his last crypt. Only now aside from a low wooden table, there was also a makeshift bed made from cushions piled atop a stone sarcophagus, an ornate brass headboard pushed against the wall next to a beat up green reclining chair and a small TV with two bent antennae sticking out at a odd angles.

'Wait a second, a TV? Where in the hell does he even plug that thing in?'

"Well, not exactly one for Martha Stewart Living," She mumbled, letting out a slight yelp when she nearly tripped on something. Looking down, she realized Spike had laid out a large, padded blue mat on the floor, obviously for them to tumble on.

"Goody," She muttered sarcastically.

Watching as he shed his duster and draped it over the table, she waited for him to begin, her eyes following him as he moved. She saw him grab something from the arm of the chair, and when he suddenly approached her holding some nameless object in his hand, she stiffened, instantly unsure of his intentions. As he neared her, her eyes widened when she realized what he held.

A blindfold.

"You have GOT to be joking!" Chuckling, he looked at her.

"Got plenty of jokes up my sleeve, pet." Raising the thin strip of cloth, he waggled an eyebrow for her benefit. "This, fortunately, isn't one of them."

"Nuh-uh." She shook her head, backing away. "No way am I wearing that thing. I agreed to these lessons, I agreed to come with you to this-this... hell hole! But this is seriously crossing the line. No," She repeated firmly. "This isn't just crossing the line, this is leaping the friggin' line all the way back in Chicago and not even stopping to look back. This is... this is INJUSTICE is what it is!"

He was quickly losing whatever modicum of patience he'd had to begin with.

"Finished?"

"NO!"

"Terrific. But before you get your pretty little knickers in a twist, why don't you at least hear me out." When she bit her tongue, having to physically restrain herself from responding, he took her silence for acceptance, albeit reluctant.

"Right, blindfold." Peering at her, he turned the soft cloth over in his hands. "Not for whatever kinky scenario you've got planted in that head of yours," In an attempt to prove his sincerity, he held one hand up as though taking an oath, though she couldn't help but notice the mischievous gleam lingering in his eyes. "Well, could be if you wanted," He amended, quickly stepping back when she lifted her stake, threatening him.

"Kidding. It's completely straight, just part of the lesson and all that mumbo jumbo. Cross my heart and hope to die." She glared at him as though his words were distasteful, though she did lower her stake again as he continued.

"Anyway, this," He held up the blindfold, "Is to work on that sixth sense of yours. Could give it a bit of fine tuning, luv... In point of fact, not half an hour ago you nearly jumped clean out of your skin when you should have sensed I was coming. And with a little concentration, you can sense not only how close I am, but WHERE I am in relation to you... and that's where this bad boy comes in."

She narrowed her eyes, not seeming very convinced. "I could work on all those skills without a blindfold."

"True, but not for what I'm trying to show you... See, us creatures of the night have enhanced senses too, pet. Smell, sight, hearing, all happen to be ten times better 'n you humans. So in really dark places, like, oh, say, cemeteries, a vampire will always be able to see better 'n you, which is part of our advantage... However, that's where your spidey sense comes in, and that's why we need this blind fold." Seeing that this was another battle Buffy clearly wasn't going to win, she stepped forward, granting him permission to use the blind fold.



"Just do it," She grumbled, "And by the way? I hate you."

"Mutual."

With that, he quickly moved behind her before she could change her mind, invading her personal space and making her again tense instantly. He lowered the soft cloth in front of her eyes, blocking her line of vision and tying a tight knot at the back of her head to hold it in place. Buffy suddenly became very aware of the fact that her heart had begun to beat at a more rapid pace, feeling all other senses instantly heightened to accomodate her lack of vision. Involuntarily gasping when he brushed against her, she was suddenly left feeling very alone and very vulnerable when he moved away from her all at once, breaking their contact. She could feel the damp air blowing past her and prickling her skin, causing goosebumps to form. Straining her ears, she tried to hear something, anything that would give away his whereabouts.

'Why do these vampires have to move so damn quietly!'

Taking a tiny step forward, careful not to trip, she felt her foot sink into the softness of the mat.

"What are you waiting for, slayer? Come at me."

At the sound of his voice somewhere behind her, Buffy whirled around.

"Yeah, well, easier said than done," She retorted, annoyed by his casual tone. He chuckled, which was the last sound she heard until the room once again lapsed into silence. She tried to concentrate, but the tingles felt more like a rapid buzzing that emanated throughout her body, almost as though one of her limbs had fallen asleep and she was now suffering the pins and needles that followed. It was impossible for her to decipher where he was based solely on her slayer sense, and the only thing she could hear was the beating of her own heart reverberating in her ears. She knew he was probably circling the outside of the mat, watching her intently. But try as she may, she couldn't pinpoint where he stood, not even able to muster a guess.



The tingles were like prickling little waves, growing slightly stronger every now and again, and she knew that they were becoming more intense the closer he got to her. It was a hardly imperceptible change, but the more she concentrated, the more she could feel it. But she still couldn't figure which direction he was coming from.

She waited to make her move until she heard a faint thump from behind, and instinctively, she pounced.

However, she met with nothing, falling to the mat with an OOMPH! as the wind was knocked from her lungs. It was only when she'd grasped the cold metal in her hands that she realized the 'noise' had just been the sound of his lighter landing on the floor, which he'd obviously thrown to confuse her.

"You missed."

"Well thank you, Captain Obvious," Buffy stated flatly, picking herself up off the mat and dusting off her knees that had taken the brunt of the impact.

He snickered, clearly amused. "That's what we call a decoy, pet. You can't just jump at the first noise you hear, sure way to get your ass kicked."

She shook her head bitterly. "I bet you're just loving this, aren't you."

"Oh, you have no idea." And then he was quiet again, and Buffy didn't even have time to regain her concentration before he'd grabbed her from behind, vamping out and scraping his fangs against her neck. "And you're dead." He informed her coldly.

"Or not." As she said this, she thrust her head backwards, the thick of her skull smashing into his nose. With a yelp, he released her and backed off slightly, growling. He went at her again, but this time, she heard it coming, jumping out of the way last second and sending Spike stumbling a few feet in the opposite direction. Straightening himself up again, he looked at her with a grin.

"And she's catching on. 'Bout bloody time."

"Not so hard," She goaded, "I mean, what am I fighting here, a vampire or Cher?"

"Cher my ass."

Buffy wasn't prepared when Spike tackled her, knocking her to the padded floor and pinning her shoulder with one hand, the fingers of his other hand wrapping tightly around her wrist. She sucked in a sharp breath, her struggles immediately weakening against his strong grip and in turn his hold loosened ever so slightly when he felt her stop resisting. His head snapped up and he looked at her, noticing that her lips were slightly parted, the way several strands of golden hair had freed themselves from her ponytail and framed her face in that slightly disheveled, "just been fucked" kind of way, perfectly tousled and sexy. And he also noticed how her breathing and heartbeat had escalated, indicating her increasing desire that she couldn't even attempt to hide at this point.

But as Spike held her in place and slowly leaned in closer, licking his lips, she surprised him yet again.

"Why didn't you kill me that night, when you followed me to Sunnydale?" He reared back as though he'd been slapped by her unexpected words. Unable to muster a fitting response and unwilling to admit more than he should, he merely shot her own words back instead.

"Why didn't you kill me?" He retorted challengingly, head tilted slightly as he awaited some sort of response. Not that he expected a declaration of love by any stretch of the imagination. He wasn't a fool, but he was still curious...

"I don't know. I just... didn't." Ok, he hadn't exactly been expecting that answer either. Spike, on the other hand, knew perfectly well why he hadn't been able to kill her, but he sure as hell wasn't about to own up to it.

For once, he was at a loss for words.

He released her suddenly, standing and moving away, and Buffy couldn't help but feel a strange sense of loss which she shook off immediately.

"Alright," He cleared his throat. "Let's give this another go, eh?"

Buffy simply nodded her response, pushing herself to her feet and standing on wobbly legs, forcing herself to concentrate against the heavy silence.

'Come on Buffy, you can do it, get in tune with your inner freak. Just focus…'

And this time, as she concentrated, she could feel it. She realized that the difference was tiny, but it was still there. Whenever he got closer, the tingles would intensify slightly. However, now that she focused, she could feel an imperceptible difference in the direction of the tingles as well. It was almost like a chill skittering up her spine, the kind of shudder she used to get as a child after seeing something particularly creepy, like a spider, something her mother often referred to as the "heebie geebies". Yet they seemed to shift, becoming ever so slightly more intense on one side of her body than the other. The difference was so small it was incredibly hard to detect, and she knew she probably wouldn't be able to do it under normal circumstances. But in complete silence like this, when she really put her mind to it, she could feel it. She could feel the slayer running through her veins, she could feel herself tracking him, sensing him like a predator to prey. When he moved to her right, the tingles would ever so subtly shift to that side of her body, and vice versa. She understood it now.

The tingles were becoming stronger at the base of her skull, and she knew he was behind her. But she remained facing in the opposite direction, waiting as she felt the vibrations become more rapid. Still, she didn't move, not hearing him, but feeling him coming closer… closer… closer… right behind her…

With a yell, she whirled around and lashed out, her fist flying out, pleased when she felt it connect with flesh, producing a loud smacking sound. Spike reeled back from the blow, and just as he clenched his fists, preparing to clock her good, she dropped to the mat, sending her leg out in a circular kick that swept his feet right from under him, his body hitting the floor with a dull thud. Instantly, she was on top of him, straddling and effectively pinning him in place.

"Ha! Gotcha!"

"That you did." His voice sounded low and raspy, and she noticed an odd edge to his tone. He shifted beneath her uncomfortably, and it was only then she realized that she'd inadvertently straddled him directly over his crotch, his erection prodding her between the legs, and she gasped.

"Do us a favor and either get off or stop squirmin'," He groaned. But she remained frozen, her muscles refusing to react to his request. The thrill of their little match still had her slightly dizzy, and since her concentration was now shattered, the blindfold suddenly left her very disoriented, and she felt as though she didn't know which end was up.

"Right, then... Or, don't move." Suddenly, he was sitting up and Buffy was in his lap, her legs wrapped around him and her covered sex grinding against his even harder. His strong arms wrapped behind her shoulders, hugging her to him, and then she felt his lips at her neck, leaving a thin trail of moisture that instantly cooled in the damp air and left her shivering.

She should have been afraid. In the not-so-distant past, he'd bitten her and tried to kill her, and now she couldn't even see what he was doing, couldn't anticipate his next move. Yet somehow, this all served to thrill her even more.

"Is this what you want?" His voice was husky as he left another soft kiss on the center of her throat, just beneath her chin, and she felt as though the room were spinning around her. In fact, she was sure that if Spike removed the blindfold at that very moment, she'd see the walls revolving around them at warp speed.

She gulped, knowing she couldn't honestly say no, and yet couldn't admit otherwise, unable to bring herself to muster a 'yes'. So instead she opted for silence, which Spike took for her granting him permission to continue.

His mouth left her neck, and she nearly cried out in protest until those same lips descended on hers. Surprisingly the kiss wasn't harsh and demanding and consuming as it had been before, but instead it was soft and enticing, leaving her yearning for more. Her hands slid upward, trailing up the back of his neck and tangling in his hair. In response, his arms tightened around her back and he pressed her more firmly into his lap, arching his hips upward and thrusting his pelvis into hers, swallowing her cry by deepening the kiss. When her lips parted, his tongue found its way inside, instantly connecting with hers. Buffy, in turn, responded whole heartedly, marveling at what power Spike currently held over her, what he could do to her, the things he could make her feel...

'He's your mortal enemy, he's evil, it's wrong...'

Yet Buffy couldn't bring herself to stop. It was like her body came alive around him, making her act in ways she'd never even dreamt she could, and she couldn't help but wonder why...

Beep-beep, beep-beep, beep-beep'

Just like that, the moment was shattered by the sounding of the timer she'd set on her watch, indicating their lesson was over. She broke off the kiss abruptly, reaching up a hand to yank the blindfold from her eyes. Her mouth fell open and she pressed a palm to her thoroughly kissed lips, looking at Spike in complete shock over what she'd been doing, willingly.

He stared back at her, his eyes drifting to her lips hungrily before trailing back up to meet her gaze. He waited for her to do something, say something, but she seemed stunned into silence, unable to look away from him. But when he decided to take a chance and slowly leaned in to reclaim her lips, she seemed to finally snap out of it, crawling off his lap and practically jumping to her feet.

Spike watched her in disbelief before forcing himself to a standing position beside her, groaning at the now painful erection that threatened to pop out of his pants. He followed her while she scampered around the room, clearly wanting to get as far away from him as possible.

"Where do you think you're going?"

"Home," Was all she said, her response monosyllabic, and she refused to look at him. Spike clenched his jaw, thoroughly irritated.

"You're a cock-tease, you know that, slayer?" He accused. "You can't just leave a bloke all hot and bothered like that!"

"Yeah, so sue me."

Still, she didn't look at him, almost afraid to.

With a deep breath and a lot of will power, she headed toward the door. But no sooner had she reached her destination than she suddenly found herself pinned against it, the knob digging into her back, and she glared up into the face of an incredibly brassed off Spike.

"What are you-" But before she could get another word out his lips crashed down onto hers, and all the pent up sexual energy gushed out of her, rendering her helpless to do anything but respond with the same urgency.

His hands wandered downward, cupping her ass, and she responded instinctively, jumping and wrapping her legs around his waist, crossing her ankles behind his back. Their mouths fused together and she was lost, sucking his tongue into her mouth and absorbing the small sounds of pleasure that escaped his throat. Squeezing her ass, he held her tightly to him as he did his best to carry her across the room toward the sarcophagus bed. However, Spike wasn't even halfway there when he realized there was no way in hell they'd make it the entire way. Instead, he opted to place her on the low wooden table that was pushed up against the crypt wall, dropping Buffy onto it unceremoniously and making the old wood groan in protest beneath her. He tugged at her pants, and once the offending material was removed, she made quick work of his zipper, her hand delving inside to free his cock. He groaned as her warm little fingers wrapped around him, waiting as she used her feet to push his jeans down the rest of the way.

He pushed a long finger into her pussy, making sure she was ready for him and grinning wickedly when he found her already dripping wet. Then he removed his finger, neither having the time nor patience for any kind of foreplay, and with one powerful thrust he was buried to the hilt, making Buffy cry out. The table was low and he had to bend his knees slightly, but he quickly found the rhythm, giving small, shallow thrusts to start.

"Lie back," He commanded, and she wordlessly obeyed, laying flat on the table with him standing between her legs. She found her head resting on some sort of cushion, realizing it must be his duster, since he'd left it on the table earlier right before he'd whipped out the blindfold.

The new position elongated her passage to him, making it easier for him to thrust into her. His hands snaked under her thighs, pulling her slightly forward. Not having the patience to be gentle, he slid his length all the way out before entering her again brutally, driving deep, and Buffy gasped, her hands gripping the edge of the table. Her back arched up and he took advantage, lifting her ass an inch or two off the table and angling her hips upward so he didn't have to keep bending his knees to fuck her. His ass clenched and he began to move even faster, pistoning in and out at a steady rhythm.

The table was banging violently into the wall, creaking ominously, and Spike knew neither he nor the table would last very long. Desperate for release but realizing she wasn't quite there yet, he moved a hand from under her thigh and reached down to stroke her hardened clit. She screamed and bucked beneath him, unable to hold back as this feeling was more intense than anything she'd experienced before.

Surprising them both, she pushed herself back to her original sitting position, wrapping her legs tightly around his waist and smashing her mouth to his. When her internal muscles wringed his dick, squeezing him hard, he felt his knees begin to buckle and he knew it would be over soon if he wasn't careful. Gripping her tightly, he stumbled back a few steps from the table, their union never breaking.

Unable to stand any longer, he collapsed, falling flat on his back on the soft mat and giving Buffy full control.

Without hesitation, she rode him hard, bracing her hands against his chest for support. His hands automatically sought her hips, his fingers digging into her flesh and his hold bruising as he helped guide her movements, lifting her up and slamming her down with more force, raising his hips to meet hers every time she came back down. She moaned, feeling the tip of his cock bump the entrance to her womb with each thrust, mixed pleasure and pain making her dizzy and quickly sending her spinning into ecstasy.

Leaning back, Buffy moved her hands to brace against his thighs for support, changing the angle of penetration so he hit that special spot inside of and before she knew what was happening, she was coming with a fury, convulsing around him. She screamed his name, her body spasming and in turn triggering Spike's climax. His eyes rolled back in his head and he arched his hips one last time, going off like a rocket and shooting his load deep inside of her while she rode out the lasting wave of her orgasm.

Once it subsided, she felt completely drained, like someone had just pulled the plug on her. Buffy went limp on top of him, falling forward, her breath coming out in ragged gasps and both their bodies lined with sweat. She was completely spent, exhausted and feeling as though she had no remaining motor function whatsoever. Somewhere through the fog in her mind she became vaguely aware of the fact that she remained intimately joined with Spike, his cock embedded deep inside of her, but she found she didn't want to move. She felt comfortable, relaxed, and incredibly tired, choosing to ignore the little cries in the back of her mind that warned her this was wrong, that she should leave. Spike was gently stroking her hair and it was having a lulling effect on her, soon causing her eyelids to droop under their own weight. And Spike didn't want to move either, afraid of breaking the spell of the moment, not wanting this to be the part where she kicked him in the head and ran, virtue fluttering.

But after several long minutes of silence, he felt her breathing even out and he was both surprised and pleased to discover she'd fallen asleep. Pausing for a mere moment to contemplate this turn of events, Spike closed his eyes briefly and savored the feel of having her in his arms, emitting a small sigh. Then, very carefully he sat up, lifting the sleeping slayer in his arms and breaking their union. He carried her to the sarcophagus bed, laying her on it gently before stripping her of the remaining clothing they hadn't bothered to fuss with in the heat of their passion. Then, he too stripped himself naked before sliding into the bed beside her, staring at the back of her golden head and marveling over what had just happened. Cautiously, not wanting to wake her, he slid closer and snaked an arm around her waist, holding her close. Then his eyes drifted shut and he joined her in sleep, drifting off beside her.

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Buffy awoke several hours later, instantly confused and disoriented by her new surroundings before she remembered the events of the night, much to her chagrin. She frowned, feeling an arm around her and realizing she was naked, lying next to Spike in bed. Putting two and two together, she figured he must have carried her there and stripped her, tucking them both in for the night.

Though a feeling of mixed regret and uncertainty washed over her, Buffy was startled by the fact that, in a very disturbing way, sleeping in Spike's crypt didn't feel strange or foreign to her at all. In fact, she felt oddly comfortable, which again had her questioning her own sanity.

Inwardly, Buffy kicked herself, cursing her weakness. She'd not only had rough, wild sex with her mortal enemy, but now she was sleeping beside him, acting as though it were a completely normal thing to do. What the hell had gotten into her? Why did she feel this way?

Shifting slightly, she pressed the button on her digital watch that illuminated the face and made the displayed numbers easier to read in the darkness, her eyes widening when she saw how late it was. She definitely had to light a fire under her ass.

'How in the hell am I going to explain this to Giles?'

Very slowly, she slipped from Spike's grasp, and he muttered something unintelligible in his sleep. She froze, looking down at him to ensure he wasn't awake, and she couldn't help noticing how innocent he looked in his sleep, how childlike, his full lips pouty and his features relaxed and peaceful. To see him in this state, he could almost pass for a normal, non-murderous human being. Almost.

Carefully, she slid off the bed, fumbling for her clothes in the darkness and hastily pulling them on. Very quietly, she felt along the floor for several minutes before successfully locating her stake, grasping it as she tip-toed toward the door. Then, with only the slightest hint of hesitation, she emerged into the chilly night air, clicking the door softly shut behind her and leaving their night behind, refusing to look back.

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A/N: See, I made up for the last short chapter with this nice long one filled with smutty goodness! Hope you guys like it! And as always, thanks so much to those who have been reading and reviewing! Especially; Lolita and Michelle